#sleeplessnight
The whole turbulence is in the middle of sleep now,
The insane beggar has fallen asleep now,
The freaking ashtray has no more aroma at the painting shutter.
The night is walking around the city,
Crawling through the corridor, dining,
Above, through the ****** of roofless,
walking tiredly,
Walking beholden
But the time is not much left now
Glimpy orange at the yarn corner
At the fume of racing yard
Yes, The whole eyes wait for this horizon
Oh darling
Take off your clothes
I am still awake for you..
a void half is empty on my bedsheet
Come close and sleep me...
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 1:54 PM UTC
I sat by the window,
Opposite to trees.
My head was aching
For I had a sleepless night.
The sun shined,
On the broken windowpane.
The yellow leaves were shedding
Off their companions.
The cold breeze slipped through the broken windowpane
And whispered something in my ears.
It calmed my mind
And my pain vanished.
The door, in the room, opened
And she entered.
Everyone stood up, I didn't.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC
River banks
beach sands
muddy waters
loud laughs
all the things
I think about
when I'm awake at night
Rhyming words
fairy tales
true stories
laugh lines
all the things
I think about
when I'm daydreaming in class
Once in a while, my thoughts collide
the common thread,
is you by my side
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
That jazzy voice you handle from your lips
Is to be handled carefully. Well, it happened already
You took away every bit of somnolence from me
Suddenly emptied me, left me as a cunning child
Naughty enough to deprive himself of a night lavish with dreams,
To escape the sleep routine under the bed sheets.
And then your phonecall,
Breaking fragile silence like a hammer smashing glass,
I followed you beyond the ringing,
Discovered a trembling annoying voice.
You crafty devil, you planned my unsleeping all along,
Filling my ear with problems of all kinds and sorts
And the endless unsatisfactions of a life you never lived as yours.
So tired as hell, the phone hitting the wall,
Your voice remains, some sort of restlessness
Invades me and keeps me going all night long.
I shave, I’ve got but two hours before all cuts are healed
I put my sleep back together
Shard by shard,
Rebuild its slow glassy reflection.
My sleep is after all
A mirror which doesn’t often work.
The daylight knocks already
The nighttime fades behind me
No sleep tonight for poor devils or for me,
No sleep tonight at all.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
Alone I lie awake,
sitting in an empty room.
Another long night.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC